My very first fic.
Just so you guy know, I developed the plot of the story a couple of years back, around 7 years ago, I think. I wrote it for an English class. I found my writing portfolio yesterday and decided to have that as a framework for this fic. So please, bear with me if it’s bad. Comments are welcome! 
Discalimer: I do not own Micky Park YooChun. This story is just a product of my wild imagination and my obsession with sentimental flicks and stories. 
Sunsets and Promises
Micky looked at the white roses he just brought.
She loves white roses, he thought.
He quickly walked out of the flower shop, glanced at his watch and let out a sigh of relief. One thirty, he’s got enough time. Micky made his way to the car and opened the door. He slid into the driver’s seat and carefully placed the flowers in the passenger seat. I better not ruin this floral arrangement, or else she’ll kill me for sure, Micky thought, picturing Ashley’s bright brown eyes wide in anger.
He chuckled and started the engine. He’s glad that the weather is just right, not too hot, and not too cold. He got himself ready and began driving out the parking lot.
Micky turned the CD player on and was surprised to hear Ashley’s voice.
“Micky oppa, you better take care of yourself while you’re in Japan. Don’t ever let me find out that you’re not eating or sleeping well, or else I will personally go there and spoon feed you till you get all healthy…”
Micky grinned when he heard it. Ashley has given the cd to him 2 years ago, before he left for Japan to study. Hearing Ashley’s insistent voice made his heart beat faster. It’s been a long time since he heard her voice…
“Hey Ashley! What are you doing here?” Micky asked as he walked out to their living room.
The pretty girl looked up and met his eyes. “Oppa, I’m in so much trouble! I haven’t practiced my piece for our recital,” she whined
Micky sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “But I already gave you pointers, remember? Didn’t you study them?” he asked, sitting down next to the teary-eyed girl.
“I tried, but I just can’t get it right. Oppa, please help me, I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of the whole school!!” Ashley said, her voice tearing up.
“Fine, fine. Come on. Let’s go to the music room.” Micky stood up and faced the girl. “But don’t expect me to be patient with you,” he warned
The girl nodded and smiled sweetly.
Inside the music room, Micky sat by the piano and started playing. Ashley’s voice began to hum the melody and slowly began with the lyrics. He closed his eyes, his fingers automatically going through the right keys. A smile touched his lips as he listened to the angel sing… his angel. The melody continued as he goes through each note, each key…
Then silence. Micky opened his eyes and looked at the pretty face next to the piano. Ashley was smiling and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks oppa,” Ashley said as he looked at her in shock. “All I needed was to see you smile when I practice. Now I feel confident!” She smiled again and slowly made her way out the room.
Micky lifted his right hand from the steering wheel and touched his cheek, the same cheek that received the kiss. He blushed and smiled to himself. He focused his attention back to the voice that was blaring from the speaker
“… Oppa, when you get back, promise me we’ll watch the sunset together. Sunsets will never be the same without you. I can never watch it with someone else. Nobody can ever tell me the story about how the sun can never see his lover, the moon. We have to do that, Micky oppa. You have to promise…”
Micky looked out the window and gazed at the sky. “Don’t worry Ashley, I’ll keep my promise,” he whispered. He then shifted his eyes in front and continued driving the last few minutes to Ashley’s house…
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Micky turned off the engine and pulled out the key. He looked out to the right and saw the house. He hesitated. It’s been too long since he last went there. He took a deep breath, picked up the roses from the passenger seat and got out.
He walked towards the house, and as he was nearing the front door, he turned left and made his way to a small gate. He opened it and walked through it. The smell of flowers wafted in the air, Micky closed his eyes and took it all in. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes again and looked straight ahead. Micky started to walk towards the tree and sat down underneath it’s big, leafy branches. He placed the roses beside him and waited.
After a few hours, Micky leaned back, placed his hands under his head and smiled. Just a few minutes more, he thought. He looked beside him and saw the white roses. He lifted it and bought it up to his nose, inhaling the sweet smell with his eyes closed. He imagined Ashley seeing the roses, her pink lips curling into a smile and her eyes lighting up. He opened his eyes and placed the bouquet at the other side, careful not to disarrange the buds. He sat up straight and glanced at the roses now laying next to a marble plate
“It’s about time,” Micky said aloud. He looked at the marble plate and removed some leaves that have fallen on it. “Ashley, I’m here to keep my promise. And to tell you something else,” Micky’s voice trailed off. “My heart belongs to you…”
Micky touched the cold marble plate and looked up at the sky. “Now that I’ve told you that, I guess it’s time to tell you your favorite story.” He traced the letters on the plate: “Ashley Kim, loving daughter, devoted friend. 1989-2006”
“Ashley, this is our story. Once the sun and moon always appear at the same time….”
T H E E N D
